From THENNON1@UA1VM.UA.EDUTue Apr  4 22:52:57 1995
Date: Tue, 04 Apr 95 11:42:44 CDT
From: Tim Hennon <THENNON1@UA1VM.UA.EDU>
To: Babylon5-Creative <babylon5-creative@netcom.com>
Subject: STORY: Revenge

Just thought I'd inflict my first attempt at B5 fiction on all you guys.

                                   REVENGE

     Na'Toth handed G'Kar a small oblong device.  "It contains the data you
requested, and Miang has been relieved of duty for the day.  All the proper
arrangments have been made."
     "And the human doesn't suspect anything?" questioned G'Kar.
     "Of course not.  We reconstructed ambassador Mollari's voice and told
Miang that the ambassador would not be needing his services today.  We even
rescheduled the meeting.  The human thinks that ambassador Mollari is simply
too busy to meet today's appointment."  Na'Toth's reassurance sounded more
like slight irritation at G'Kar's somewhat less-than-complete trust in his
assistant.  "Now hurry, ambassador Mollari is expecting...you...in less than
one quarter of an hour."
     Giddy, like a child who has just found money enough to buy his favorite
piece of candy, G'Kar, singing to himself, skipped out of his quarters and
into the corridor.

     Londo began threading his way through the mass of sentience that engulfed
the Zocalo.  Checking his timepiece, he realized he'd be about a minute or two
late, but no matter.  Miang would wait.  It was time for the weekly "keeping
of honesty", where he would not try to pretend to a status higher than he
held in Centauri society.  The late emperor shunned such displays of personal
status, but he was the exception to the rule; fully ninety-nine percent of
Centauri males took pride in their plumes, and Londo was no exception.
     As Londo entered Miang's place of business, G'Kar stood in a back room
and activated the small device Na'Toth had given him, a changeling net, and a
holographic image of Miang, barber to Ambassador Londo Mollari of the
Centauri Republic overlaid the Narn net user.
     Grabbing a tool used more on new Earth Force Marine Corps recruits than
high-ranking Centauri officials, G'Kar/Miang approached Londo, who was
engrossed in the day's edition of Universe Today.
     Poor Londo never saw the evil grin on his barber's face.
     "Oh, Ambassador Mollari!  It's time for your haircut!"

                                THE END

All criticism welcome!  Please be cruel, merciless, and unforgiving!  Remind
me of my English Lit professor, a tough, bad-ass mutha-f**ker who is rumored
to eat glass and live cats.